Killstreak - TRL

Yea, nigga, CampBoyz, Camp shit

(Oh yea FatMike!)

Camp Gods

You ain’t on shit and you never will be, touch a hair on my head I’m goin' on a

killstreak

The gram got me dead fake niggas killed me

Not myself when I’m sober, eyes loaded, real me

I’m so hot got the munchies for some kitty or a snack

I’m so hot got the munchies for some chicken and some racks

You gon' bout that pape, ain’t no enough for that

It go one ear out the other when I’m listening to cap

All these other niggas cap, I got busy with the trap

Catch a nigga down bad, put th glizzy to his back

Ridin' with that shit on us, do 120 in the scat

Bitches wanna lick on us, bet 250 that I crack

I just play it how it go, sh in the past cause she couldn’t play her role

He not active, postin' blicky, he a troll

Don’t trust shit, I be stayin' on my toes

With that nigga,, nobody knows

Shit happens, next day somebody gone

Just know I got it, I ain’t gettin' it from

Straight to it, she be tellin' me we grown

Don’t got a filter, I be tellin' you, I’m bold

I’m with some pits, I’m not steppin' with no hoes

Demons talking, they been getting to my soul

Stay dangerous, start investing in some poles

What I look like, I through the zone, 2021 rookie niggas get exposed

They think I’m hot now, wasn’t with me in the cold

I need to hear some money just to see me on the phone

Niggas see you winnin' now they wishin' you was gone

You ain’t on shit and you never will be, touch a hair on my head I’m goin' on a

killstreak

The gram got me dead fake niggas killed me

Not myself when I’m sober, eyes loaded, real me

I’m so hot got the munchies for some kitty or a snack

I’m so hot got the munchies for some chicken and some racks

You gon' bout that pape, ain’t no enough for that

It go one ear out the other when I’m listening to cap

CampBoyz, they know about us when we pull up in them scats

Niggas slimy round this bitch so you gotta watch your back

We don’t fuck with new niggas, you can’t hang if you ain’t camp

We don’t fuck with loose niggas, you can’t hang if you ain’t strapped

Only fuck with cute bitches, they asses kinda fat

Yea, them hoes gon' fuck with me, cause I’m the nigga with the racks

If try to set the play, I’mma turn they ass to thrax

Then I make a song about it, hoe we make it out the trap

Yea we bangin' down the block, come and get your pack

If you dumb enough to rob then we gon' lay you in your back

some L’s to the chin, lost it all and got it back

Girlie thinking I’m her lover, but nah, this ain’t that

You ain’t on shit and you never will be, touch a hair on my head I’m goin' on a

killstreak

The gram got me dead fake niggas killed me

Not myself when I’m sober, eyes loaded, real me

I’m so hot got the munchies for some kitty or a snack

I’m so hot got the munchies for some chicken and some racks

You gon' bout that pape, ain’t no enough for that

It go one ear out the other when I’m listening to cap

It go one ear out the other, I don’t listen to shit

I put bros over hoes, would never listen to a bitch

You see, this roley finna blow if you can hear that bitch tick

Do anything for a dollar, god gave me a gift

Do anything for a dollar, boy that lil' bitch a trick

You know bro got more percs than a doctor with scripts

And he kickin' hoes out, like a bouncer and shit

Don’t want a boy or a girl, she finna swallow a mix

My hoes do anything for me, theya swallow a blick

Fell down a thousand times, I ain’t stoppin' for shit

Left when I was broke, bounced back, she wanna bounce on my dick

You ain’t on shit and you never will be, touch a hair on my head I’m goin' on a

killstreak

The gram got me dead fake niggas killed me

Not myself when I’m sober, eyes loaded, real me

I’m so hot got the munchies for some kitty or a snack

I’m so hot got the munchies for some chicken and some racks

You gon' bout that pape, ain’t no enough for that

It go one ear out the other when I’m listening to cap